sleeping party.
I went out last night, to Angies for a wee shin-dig. I even got dolled up in a dress Ive never worn, that always feels awesome! It was super for the first hour or two, but the pain killers kicked in and I crashed. What a lame-o I am. Here I am looking for some occupation of time, and I bail into my own thoughts. I have an excuse this time, but what about the next? Being depressed was never my game, and I hate playing it right now. Skip my turn.
I actually think Im doing damned good considering my week. Hell, I would even use the word peachy to describe my demeanor right now. Excluding my minor hunger (which will go unsatisfied until I both finish this entry, and my stomach settles my pill)...other than this, Im doing well. When a strange turn of events occurs, even stranger oppertunities seem to creep out of the shaddows. I could see some potentially rowdy fun times ensuing!!! Here I come kitchen...
(I grow weary in this fond chase. I am done trying.)
I actually think Im doing damned good considering my week. Hell, I would even use the word peachy to describe my demeanor right now. Excluding my minor hunger (which will go unsatisfied until I both finish this entry, and my stomach settles my pill)...other than this, Im doing well. When a strange turn of events occurs, even stranger oppertunities seem to creep out of the shaddows. I could see some potentially rowdy fun times ensuing!!! Here I come kitchen...
(I grow weary in this fond chase. I am done trying.)